Muhammad Usama

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Outrage Is the New Normal: How Social Media Killed Nuance
The internet was hailed as a revolution for free speech at the beginning of the 2000s. It was hoped that it would give everyone a voice, bridge cultures, and democratize knowledge. Even though we have our voices two decades later, we are burning bridges more quickly than ever before instead of building them. You are about to enter a time when outrage commands attention and nuance is passé. The Age of Indignation Every scroll through your feed tells a story — someone is offended, someone is cancelled, someone is trending for something they said 10 years ago, someone else is screaming “whataboutism” in all caps.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in The Swamp
The Letter My Father Never Sent
I was 8 years old when my father died. A sudden heart attack. No warning. One minute he was telling me to clean up my crayons, the next he was gone—just like that.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Confessions
Vanishing Village: How a Swiss Paradise Disappeared Overnight
On May 28, 2024, a serene alpine village in southern Switzerland called Brienz, nestled in the breathtaking Bernese Alps, silently slipped from the world map. Once a postcard-perfect hamlet with timber chalets, lush meadows, and cowbells echoing through green valleys, Brienz became the heart of an environmental tragedy that left not just rubble, but a haunting message for humanity.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Earth
The Day the Moon Came to Visit
It was an ordinary Tuesday morning in Mapleberry Town — or so everyone thought. Birds chirped their usual songs, mailboxes yawned open to receive letters, and the sun stretched its arms across the sleepy rooftops. But eight-year-old Ella noticed something strange. Very strange.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Confessions
Grandmother’s Final Wish — And the Letter She Never Gave Me
I remember the smell of her shawl — lavender, a hint of something earthy, and time. My grandmother had the kind of presence that filled a room quietly. She was never loud, never overly affectionate, but her love was undeniable, stitched into the tiny acts she performed daily: folding my clothes just right, remembering I liked my tea without sugar, whispering my name during prayer.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Families
The Seven Colors: Nature’s Language and the Mirror of Emotions
Our world is a vibrant tapestry woven with color. From the deep blue skies to the green fields, from the fiery red sunsets to the gentle purple blooms—colors are everywhere, touching every aspect of our lives. Among them, seven primary colors—Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, Indigo, and Violet—stand as pillars of nature’s palette.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Lifehack
The Smoke That Never Left the Sky
In August 2019, the world watched in horror as flames consumed vast portions of the Amazon Rainforest — often called the “lungs of the planet.” But while headlines trended and hashtags were launched, few outside truly understood the pain, fear, and resilience experienced by the people who lived through it.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Earth
Grandfather’s Final Wish: A Journey Back to Where It All Began
I always thought my grandfather would live forever. He was one of those people whose presence filled every room, whose laughter made even the bitterest tea taste sweet. His hands were always stained with earth from the garden, and his words always carried stories from a world that seemed older than time. But age, as it does, crept in silently. His memory started to blur, and his steps grew uncertain. And yet, his spirit never faded.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Families
The Edge of Despair: A Leap of Faith
The news article caught my attention like a whisper in the wind. A 19-year-old university student, Sneha, from Delhi University, had left behind a trail of messages and a note, before taking a taxi to the Yamuna river bridge at dawn. She stood there, watching the sunrise, a new day unfolding before her, unaware that it would be her last. The taxi driver, oblivious to her intentions, dropped her off, concerned only with collecting his fare. Passersby noticed a lone figure, lost in thought, but none suspected the tragedy that was about to unfold.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in FYI
Whispers of Fire: The Day the Amazon Wept
The first I saw was the sky. It was no longer blue. Nor gray. It was red — an appalling, suffocating crimson that engulfed the sun and choked the light.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in FYI
The Clock on the Wall
I never liked that clock. It was in our lounge room, a tacky, ticking plastic affair that was never quite right for the decor. The glass was broken from when I'd thrown a cricket ball indoors and blamed the kid next door. The numbers were beginning to wear off. Yet my father never got a new one.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Families
The Hands That Braided My Hair
When I was a child, Daadee’s hands were magic. They could soothe any fever, find anything I lost, and braid my hair so perfectly that not a strand dared fall out of place. She wasn’t loud, like Dada. She didn’t tell jokes or command attention at family dinners. But her presence filled the room in quieter, stronger ways.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Confessions